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King of Wall Street

By:Louise Bay

ay, but I get two proposals, right? This one and one with a ring?”

“Jesus, always so demanding.”

She shrugged. “I’m just confirming what the offer was.”

“Yeah, two proposals. And you agree to be my wife, have ten kids with me, and fuck me on my desk when I’m ninety.”

“Sounds like a deal,” she said and she wound her hand around my neck, pulling my mouth down to meet hers.

One Year Later


“Holy crap,” I shouted from the downstairs bathroom.

“I told you,” Max yelled back.

I wandered back into the kitchen, clutching the pregnancy test. “We’re going to need a bigger boat,” I said.

Max grinned. He’d gotten me pregnant with Amy just over a year ago, the night we’d first fucked on his desk. It had happened several times since then. Pregnancy had made me hornier than usual.

“What are you talking about?” Amanda said as she lifted her little sister out of her bouncer and put her on her hip. “We don’t have a boat.”

As I reached Max, he put his arm around my neck and pulled me toward him, kissing me on the head. “Congratulations.”

“What did you do to me?” I asked, shaking my head.

“What I do best,” he said. “No doubt it’s another girl, because I don’t have enough women in my life.”

“What are you talking about?” Amanda repeated, her eyes narrowed as she glanced between us.

“Harper’s pregnant,” Max announced.

“Again?” Amanda asked.

I grinned. “Again.”

Amanda handed me Amy and hugged us both. “This is amazing. I wanted a sister for so long and now I’m going to lose count.”

“You’re going to have to marry me now,” Max said.

“I don’t see why. I told you there’s no rush, and anyway, if you were serious, you’d propose properly. Like on one knee, with a ring. That was the deal. Remember, effort gets rewarded, Mr. King.” I stood with my hands on my hips.

“Do you ever do as you’re told?” he asked, rolling his eyes.

“Apparently, I get pregnant on demand. Does that count?”

“I do all the hard work as far as that’s concerned.” He grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh really?”

“Now’s the time, Harper.”

“Max, I’m pregnant. Did you miss that? I’m not walking down the aisle knocked up.”

“I really want to be bridesmaid,” Amanda said. “In fact, I might just buy a dress and wear it around the house if you two don’t get your act together.”

“Mr. King.” One of the guys from the catering company came from the pool area into the dining room. Thank God we had help today. We lived in a state of perpetual chaos on the best of days. Today we’d added to the fray, throwing a welcome home barbeque for Pandora and Jason. “We’re set up and ready for whenever your guests arrive. I’m just going to start pouring some drinks.”

I turned to Max. “Holy crap. That’s another eighteen months without booze.”

“Well, you’ll be in good company,” Max said, hugging me close, Amy grabbing at his hair.

Pandora and Jason were pregnant as well. It was the reason they were coming back to America. That and they missed Amanda.

“I’m not sure everyone at this party’s going to fit,” I mumbled. The party was just a family occasion but that list was growing by the day. Along with my mom, we were expecting Max’s parents, Pandora’s parents, Scarlett and her new boyfriend, Violet, Grace, and Jason’s brother.

“I spoke to an architect last week,” Max said, taking Amy. Max King was never short of female attention of any kind, so of course Amy was a daddy’s girl.

“An architect?” I asked, opening the refrigerator. Now I had an explanation for that cheese craving; I was going to give in to it.

“You’re right; we need a bigger space. I thought maybe we’d add a pool house, too, because we need live-in help.” Max wandered out of the kitchen mid-conversation before I could tell him I was sure we could manage without anyone living in.

It was as if life was set to fast forward—Max and I living together, Amy, a second baby.

“Girls,” Max called from the study.

I knocked the fridge door shut with my hip “What does he want?” I asked Amanda.

“I don’t know, but let’s go,” she replied, bundling me toward the study.

“Do you smell that?” I asked. “And where’s that music coming from?”

I opened the door to the study to find the room empty but the doors leading out onto the patio open, the white curtains lifting in the breeze.

“What’s going on, Amanda?” I asked. She shrugged, nudging me toward the patio doors. As I stepped outside I saw Max right in front of me, on one knee, surrounded by every colored rose ever to exist. I glanced around. Flowers covered the ground and huge vases were scattered across the lawn, adding color wherever I looked. To my left was a cello player, and I instantly recognized the music as Bach’s suites, the same piece Max had turned up to full volume the night we’d first slept together.

Amy was on her mat next to Max, looking up at me, grinning, her eyes a beautiful green, just like her father.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “How . . . when—” I turned to Amanda, whose grin told me she was clearly in on the whole setup.

“Well, where there’s effort required, there’s no excuse not to make things perfect,” he said. “And I thought, the four of us here, together and now with number five on the way . . .” He took a deep breath. “I can’t imagine anything more perfect than that.”

He opened the red box he held, revealing a huge princess-cut diamond. “Harper, I’ve loved you from the very moment I laid eyes on you. You are already my heart, my soul, my family—and now I want the world to know. As the King of Wall Street, I need you to be my queen. Marry me.”

I smiled. How could a girl say no to a proposal like that?